Chapter 95

"If you can't sleep, you can learn from me how to make a delicious cup of coffee."

The shop manager, who had his white hair neatly combed neatly, smiled, knocked on the door and turned around and left.

"Hey, I have always been good at sleeping well in China? How could I not sleep..."

Ye Ling said, closed the door with his backhand and followed the shop manager Fangcun.

"This old guy, wouldn't he have a slut in the utility room? Emma, ​​would you like this be so terrifying?"

Ye Ling was in a mess and soon went down to the cafe on the second floor. The manager turned on the lights and fiddled with the tools to prepare for coffee.

"First of all, it is to choose the materials, preferably dry coffee beans within two weeks, followed by abrasives..."

Ye Ling nodded while watching the store manager's actions. These small machines were quite interesting. Seeing the coffee beans being broken bit by bit in the machine, Ye Ling's obsessive-compulsive disorder unknowingly became recurring. He actually counted how many times it took to make a coffee bean powder and rotated it.

"By the way, are you coming from the other end of the ocean?"

The shop manager Fangcun, who was watching the coffee, suddenly turned around and asked, did the signature squinting smile and white hair feel like the fat fox?

"Yeah, right."

It is probably what Ye Ling said just now that China is good for sleep, but there is no denying this. Although the story takes place in Tokyo, the setting of this world has not yet been laid out. God knows if there will be ghouls in Tokyo.

"I've been waiting for a long time, you can try it."

After a while, a cup of strong and mellow coffee cup pushed down Ye Ling, but there was no burnt smell that Ye Ling had in front of him before, leaving only the purest and freshest fragrance and mellowness.

"Well, I want to vomit."

Ye Ling was forced by the smell of the coffee and felt nauseous. The gap between vampires and ghouls was quite big.

"Why, you don't like coffee?"

The shop manager of Fangcun smiled and turned his face towards Ye Ling. This expression was completely invisible. Hey, I didn’t know what he was thinking.

"No, no."

Ye Ling held up the coffee in both hands, rubbed the index finger along the mouth of the cup for a half circle, and ripples appeared on the surface of the originally calm liquid.

"Gugu."

His throat squirmed, and Ye Ling picked up the cup and drank it all. When the strong bottom of the cup touched the plate and made a crisp sound, the mellow and strong aroma of coffee was still entangled between his lips and teeth.

“Drink well.”

This cup is different from the morning cappuccino, and it is a completely different flavor and seems to be more suitable for you.

The manager of Fangcun's nose moved slightly, and did not say anything, but made way out and said to Ye Ling: "You can try it too."

"Me? Is it really possible?"

Ye Ling rubbed his hands excitedly, couldn't wait to take the boiling kettle, recalling the steps that the manager of Fangcun had just taken.

The movements, postures, and even the size of the water flow that was pouring down were controlled perfectly by Ye Ling, completely recreating the movements of the shop manager Fangcun making coffee just now, turning around. Even if the shop manager asked him to do it again at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to restore like Ye Ling.

Ye Ling was like an extremely accurate camera, shooting the movements of the store manager Fangcun just now, and then imitated them exactly.

"It turns out that he is a very talented child, you can try it yourself."

The store manager smiled and asked Ye Ling to taste what he cooked. The guy hesitated for a moment. Anyway, a thousand time and space coupons had just arrived. I didn't care about these, so I picked up the cup and drank it all again.

Finally, Ye Ling looked at the smiling old man.

"Strange, the taste is the same, but I always feel that something is different from the store manager. Is it a psychological effect?"

Ye Ling put down the cup with some boredom. As long as he didn't do anything well at the beginning, he basically lost interest, and if he could do his best soon, he would be even less interested.

"Coffee feels different because we spend time cooking, and study hard. You are the most talented ghoul I have ever seen."

The store manager patted Ye Ling on the shoulder vigorously, put his hands behind his back, turned around and turned around and said, "You can apologize with your coffee, that's a very impolite thing."

"Damn, what's the situation? It's not you..."

Ye Ling felt a little confused. Didn’t this old guy tell him that he could go in? He also gave him a key, a key! Although he could go in without giving Ye Ling, the meaning is different.

"Did this old man see something? It was intentional?"

Ye Ling grabbed his hair with some worries, whether to go or not is a question.

"Forget it, for the sake of harmonious neighborhood relations, labor and capital will be a real man."

Ye Ling touched the back of his head and went upstairs. He hoped that he would clean up the table, but it would be better to expect the sow to climb trees.

"This kid..."

After Ye Ling left, the store manager of Fangcun kept shaking his head and had to clean up the mess by himself. It was really not worry-free. However, educating these naughty guys well is quite fulfilling, right?

"That...what should I say?"

Ye Ling stood in front of the door opposite the room where he lived, trying to reach out and knock on the door, but his hand froze again in the air, and he was extremely entangled. The old man was intentional, so he would not be happy for himself.

"By the way, I just said I was visiting the fox! Yes, that's it!"

Ye Ling hit his palm and slapped his hand at the door panel. When the collision was about to make a sound, he suddenly stopped again.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

The knocking sound of the door was not as good as Ye Ling's style. The manager of Fangcun, who was holding a tray, was elusive and knocked on the door before Ye Ling took action.

"Damn, this old ghost wants to scare people to death!"

"Shopkeeper, it's so late..."

Kirishima Dongka opened the door with a strange look, and then her expression and tone suddenly changed by 180 degrees.

"Why is this one-eyed person here? What are you trying to do to change your mind?"

Dongka Kirishima waved her hand impatiently and tried to drive Ye Ling away.

"Okay, Dong Xiang."

The store manager Fangcun handed the tray to Ye Ling, who was at a loss, and pushed him into the door, saying, "Ye Ling is here to apologize. Let's try the coffee he made, it tastes very good."

While the store manager pushed Ye Ling into the door, he also brought the door with him. Ye Ling retreated and directly pressed it on the door panel, and there was no way to retreat.

"This store manager is really..."

Dong Xiang Kirishima didn't even look at Ye Ling, and turned around and held a... pen in her hand, which made Ye Ling very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

But at least he is a person who has seen the world. At Tony's party, he is a "family man in the flower group who even looks down on you even if he throws his beauties into his arms. Could it be that he can't deal with you, a little girl?

Ye Ling followed with a thick face and put the coffee on the short table in the living room. The lack of stools made Ye Ling a little uncomfortable. However, as he followed the local customs, Ye Ling sat on the ground.

Fortunately, it was a good start without taking action or rushing people.

"I'm sorry for what happened just now. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Ye Ling."

Ye Ling finally became generous this time and spoke quickly. He stretched out his hand to hold it to show his friendship.

Dong Xiang's eyes floated over Ye Ling's shoulder with some confusion. She felt a vague absurd feeling about this matter.

"Like a fool."

Kirishima Dongka opened Ye Ling's hand with a slap, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, and her brows couldn't help but frowned.

"What? Not delicious?"

Ye Ling didn't care about the embarrassment. He tasted it himself, and the taste was similar to the one made by the store manager.

"This is obviously the store manager's craftsmanship, how come it has become yours? Soul is fading!"

Ye Ling was too lazy to explain, so he took it behind him, took out a touch of white and handed it to him.

"Hi, your bath towel."

"Soul is so calm, you still dare to mention it!"

Kirishima Dongka almost turned over the table directly, and her eyes, which were not covered by blue and purple hair, were faintly turning into a shiny eye.

"Uh, the weather is good today, it's sunny."

"Huh, look at the manager's face, forget it."

Kirishima Toka breathed a long sigh, as if she had expressed all her anger completely. She grabbed the bath towel and pointed her hand out the door.
Chapter completed!